in the knowing

Love is the ocean,
the breeze,
the salt-seas.

Love is the wave,
rushing to the shore
that captivates our day’s.

Fall on the congenial face(s)…
Streams of sun-ray’s,

The sand’s, – soft sands,
amiable and hot…
keep them warm when
the weather is not.

The distance and beyond
My heart – my soul
is warm in your embrace…

Counting Sheep, bleat bleat bleat!

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A woolly sheep stands knee deep in wheat.

Bleat Bleat Bleat

See him. Looking all puffy,

like a white cloud, amid yellow grain.

With his u-shaped ears, he can hear.

The clang clang clang of the triangle bell.

Must be meal-time.

Come along ram lamb.

Out from the wheat appears this young boy sheep.

Bleat Bleat Bleat.

 


 

ONE WOOLLY SHEEP AND THREE, round, BALES OF HAY.

Add them up. How much in all?

One plus three equals four.

 


 

Two woolly sheep say BAA, BAA, BAA in a field of wheat.

With coat’s of wool, they get hot in the summer’s heat.

Looking sleepy-eyed near their mother.

A female sheep, a ewe, close-by.

Bleat Bleat Bleat.

 


 

How many, sleepy, sheep are near this turning windmill?

Two plus one equals three.

 


 

A ram lamb and a ewe lamb go for a walk in the dell.

It is spring-time.

There are bluebells and yellow daffodils all along the trail.

And one plus one equals two.

Baa Bleat.  Baa Bleat.

Now, they follow other sheep through the wheat.

Baa Baa

 


 

See this ram. A Tub-by, woolly, sheep.

Near-by a windy hay-field.

Where yellow dandelions grow and blow.

His white horns look mighty.

This ram, he stand’s alone.

So, one plus none equals one!

 


 

Here is a lamb. A lamb I know.

A ram lamb is a young male sheep.

And this lamb he needs some sleep.

When he sleeps he adds up sheep.

 


 

ONE TWO THREE

and

FOUR FIVE SIX

and

SEVEN EIGHT NINE

 


 

With eyes closed, he adds woolly sheep.

Quietly he whispers, “goodnight dad.”

“Sleep-tight, my lamb,” say’s dad.

 

(I’ve had the prolonged flue for weeks now; but still, inspiration persists)

 

A Colorful World

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A Colorful World

Yellow

Yellow dandelion. Yellow buttercup.

Yellow ducklings born in spring.

They wander near a hayfield to go exploring.

Can you find more yellow things in this picture?

Yellow sunlight. Yellow lemon. Yellow banana.

Yellow galoshes to go splish splash.

Because, in spring, a rain puddle is to jump in.

Brown

Brown fence. Brown cow. Brown chicken. Brown horse.

Can you find more brown things in this picture?

Brown earth to plant seeds.

A brown cowboy hat. And brown cowboy boots.

Blue

Now, what is blue?

Blue bike. Blue kite. Blue boat.

A blue ribbon on a brown teddy.

Can you name more blue things in this picture?

A garden rake. And a garden pail, right!

Red

Red is the garden shed.

Red is the comb atop a chicken’s head!

Let’s find more red things.

Red polka dot curtains. Red apples.

A red, racecar bed.

Orange

Now, what is orange?

Some fruit that you eat.

It is round. It is tangy. And sometimes sweet.

An orange, yes.

This helps wake you after you sleep.

Pink

Tiny pink piglets squeal in a pen.

I can count up to ten.

ONE TWO THREE, FOUR AND FIVE.

SIX SEVEN EIGHT, NINE AND TEN

Green

Row by row green vegetables grow.

Crunchy cucumber. Leafy lettuce. Stringy green beans.

What else is green in this picture?

Tall green onion.  Round green cabbage.

Some rabbits come to visit.

Big, spotty, white rabbits.

They want some food!

Purple

Purple plums grow on this tree.

See the basket full of these.

Now I share with my family.

Have you eaten a purple plum?

A Colorful Picture – learn my colors storybook

childs great

BY COLLY

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I wish to be ink…

And dabble in blue.

Blue waves roll and churn.

Lap my small boat as I rock to fro

in the deep blue ocean.

 


 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in yellow.

Yellow sunlight. Yellow tulips.

Yellow chicks hatched from white eggs.

See them chirp as they wobble on tiny legs.

CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP

Spring-time invites many newborn animals.

 


 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in brown.

Brown saddle. Brown horse.

Round, brown, fence to keep them in.

NEIGH NEIGH NEIGH is the sound they make.

 


 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in pink.

Pink piglets squeal and squirm.

Snuggle next to their mom.

 


 

I count ten

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN.

Can some escape their pen?

 


 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in orange.

Orange pumpkins on an Autumn day.

Orange pumpkins make a smile on a Jack o’lantern face.

 


 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in purple.

Purple fruit amidst green leaves.

Ripened on green vines, in summer.

Like purple grapes and purple plums.

 


 

I wish to be ink…

And dabble in red.

Red poppies. Red poinsettias.

Red lights to decorate, at Christmas-time,

in the winter month’s.

 


 

That is DECEMBER JANUARY and FEBRUARY

 


 

Do you like to play in the, white, snow in winter?

Make snowmen and snowballs?

Or do you like to stay inside.

Away from the cold.

And the wind that blows.

BURR BURR BURR

 


 

But, when I wish to be ink,

I can make colorful pictures!

Ole Cowboy

BY COLLY

 

 

So, I’m caring for the elderly, and this one late-nighter, a blue-eyed cowboy,

say’s to my quib – “it’s getting late” – by responding, wryly, “you want to get laid?”

Needless to say, I was a little hesitant about taking him to his room and

putting him to bed after that.  But no, truthfully, he was very much a polite

cowboy, at sundown, that night.

Roses, on Valentines

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Your roses are fair.

Fair as the meadow.

And warm, spring morn’s.

Your roses are fair.

Your petals are soft.

Soft as spring breezes.

And lithe – dove-like.

Your roses are delight.

Your eyes are as night.

Night shades in carmine.

And is petal-ed by love.

Your roses are fine.

Fine, as the depth of my

                                                                            love to thee thine…

Colorful Zoo Animals

BY COLLY

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(clip-art photo)

 

 

 

(page one)

 

I see a giraffe.

Spotty and tall.

Black spots cover yellow fur.

His eyes are big and round.

Long eye-lashes go up and down.

Can this tall, animal see me?

From way up there where he eats

green leaves,

off of the trees.

Whistle-whistle goes the wind.

Strong gusts cause branches to sway.

And my blue hat blows away.

To roll down a long, brown trail.

I see tall, legs come my way.

A shaggy, yellow, mane.

And mangy, short tail turns, goes,

swish-swash.

Curious eyes peer into mine.

You look fine.

“Tall, graceful is your kind.”

I say to the giraffe.

Then off I go to see what, next,

I can find

at the animal zoo.

Misty Valentine’s

 

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Long strands of fog lay a top the evergreen.

Circumference’s too discover this embrace.

As Coniferous romanticize, on, this

Valentine’s.

But steady rain streams down my windshield.

Yet the snow is definitely soiled!

To view this shabby white shag is to weep!

These tears whilst reside in spring?

As rain drowns out tiny sprout-ling’s?

My eyes to view all but nothingness?

A tree-top bird caw’s in amusement.

Sounds a cry grayer than mist.